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Silt gave a threatening hiss as his jeans were torn but the need to be completely pressed up against this man was greater than what little care he had for his clothing.

His own sharp nails clawed at his jeans, ripping away at the stubborn fabric until it was sliced to ribbons and littering the ground beneath him, only a few strings clinging to the Demon's now bare legs.

A strong shiver ran through him as his tongue was bitten into again, at which point he forced it down the man's throat, kissing him with as much ferocity as he could muster.

Demir helped remove the shredded denim eagerly as Silt's nails tore through the fabric easier than his nails ever could.

The rough kiss was reciprocated in kind. His teeth dragged over Silt's tongue and lips as his nails bit into his bare backside and thighs. Blood seeped from the crescent shaped marks on Silt's skin and their joined lips.

The Shifter turned abruptly, hands searching out Silt's wrists as he shoved him roughly against the nearest wall. Demir kept him pinned in place by his hips pressing against Silt's own and his hands - which had found Silt's - pinning his arms against the wall on either side of his head.

Silt hissed and writhed as he was bitten into by teeth and nails, he could no longer stay still, his body was too riled up to even consider it.

The Demon grunted as his back hit against the wall, his legs constricting around the Shifter's waist as he pulled him closer while his tail coiled between the man's legs, rubbing up against his arousal as it moved, sliding between his cheeks then up his lower back, coaxing him closer still.

When his arms were pinned he struggled against Demir's grip, he wanted to be free to grip the man as he pleased and fight back.

His lips tore away from the man's, ripping the soft fresh as his teeth dragged along them, with the taste of blood fueling him he moved to strike.

His mouth latched onto the man's throat, biting down onto it roughly until the skin split.

Demir wasn't just a Shifter. He was an old Shifter. It would take a lot to accidentally kill him. He was nearing six hundred years old.

In those six hundred years, Demir had gained a lot of strength.

The Shifter gave a low growl in warning as his wrist was gripped and forced away from the wall. He struggled to fight against Silt's superior strength. He knew he wouldn't be able to match up to the Demon's strength, but he wanted to at least put forward a fight.

His fighting did still, though, when he realised where Silt's hand was guiding him.

Demir grinned darkly as his fingers rubbed against the Demon's entrance in a slow, teasing movement.

His nails tore into the Demon's backside mercilessly, tearing the flesh and letting the blood flow. His fingers pushed into the wound, rolling in it to coat them in a layer of blood.

Demir's growls were met with a loud snarl from Silt, he wasn't about to be denied what he wanted after being worked up like this. This man wasn't Dario, he had no rite to neglect his needs when he had worked him up, Demir wasn't his Dom.

The Demon gave a dark purr as his entrance was stroked, his hips bucking up against the man.

A low hiss sounded as his skin was yet again torn into a strong shiver running through his body as the thick smell of blood filled the air and his wounds were prodded at.

Silt liked it that way too, though he was nearly always the submissive partner he still liked being able to fight back, he may pull his punches considering he was stronger and older than most on Earth, regardless he always wanted to put up some resistance, it was in his nature to try and defy.

The Demon gave a growl, Demir was lingering too long, he was impatient, he wanted to fuck, now

His tail snaked back down, pressing against the man's entrance and pushing against it firmly to spark him into action, if he was left waiting too long he would let it enter the man.

So the Demon liked it hard, but he also liked it fast? Any time spent on anything was too much time. He just wanted to fuck; hard and fast and now.

Demir could relate to that most of the time.

The Shifter shivered a little as he felt Silt's tail at his entrance. His hips pressed back slightly, inviting the tail to penetrate.

Demir was always the dominant partner; but being dominant didn't always mean you had to give. He enjoyed having a finger or two inside of him when he fucked someone hard. He could only imagine the pleasure a completely sentient tail could bring.

The Shifter thrust a third finger into the Demon, stretching them apart firmly.

Silt looked up at the man in mild surprise, a purr rumbling in his chest as the man pressed back against his tail.

So he was alright with this? That was interesting for someone who dominated, not that he minded, he was quite pleased with this revelation.

His tail snaked up to the man's bleeding shoulder, it bathed itself in the still seeping blood before returning to his entrance and slipping in, the tapered tip pressing in easily however the slick flesh quickly became thicker the further it pushed in.

Silt's toes curled as he groaned, feeling his entrance being separated like that made him shudder in delight.

Silt bit into the fingers as they were forced into his mouth, moaning against them as the man's arousal thrust into his body.

The movement was slow but being entered at last felt good, he had been waiting for this the moment he had walked into the club for his shift.

His fingers weaved through the man's hair, tugging on it until their faces were close, his eyes looking into Demir's with barely controlled lust, his dark desires were pent up and this rough play was bringing them out of him.

Two dangerous animals; predators. Both stalking their prey and striking.

Now both predators were caught in the others net with very little chance of escape. Two dangerous predators reduced to nothing more than feral beasts as they fought against one another in their fits of passion.

Demir pushed forwards, kissing the Demon deeply once again.

His hips rocked hard; forcing himself deep into the Demon's body with a soft groan.